Minutes tick by in a blur of sound and vision,
I drag myself through tunnels of hazy dreams
That I half-remember, my mind is a hornet's nest,
Just fizzing and spitting with hostility.
They hollowed out her eyes and gave her
Barbie dolls for brain-cells; wrapped her up in
Body-bags and painted her in plastic, sent her mind to
I cannot recall what my intention here is, but I think I
Want to cut deeper, slice into the heart of my emptiness,
Splatter the world with blood and glitter eye-shadow,
Sparkling galaxies of plastic monstrosities, dolly deformities,
Time to kiss it goodbye with silicone lips (and disproportioned hips)
And drift into the horrors of obscurity.